From atop one of the rocky escarpments that crisscross the south Siberian grasslands and taiga forests of Tuva, one's first impression is of an unalloyed silence as vast as the land itself. Gradually the ear
habituates to the absence of human activity. Silence dissolves into a subtle symphony of buzzing, bleating, burbling, cheeping, whistling--our onomatopoeic
This article was originally published with the title The Throat Singers of Tuva.